Poor Scorpius. It wasn't like he wasn't getting enough abuse from James before, but his name! What loving parent would call their son Scorpius? If it weren't hilarious and if I didn't hate his guts, I would feel sorry for him.
When I told James, it was like Christmas had come early for him. He went straight upstairs to get some parchment, so he could get onto the nicknames straight away.
When I told Orc, I thought he would find it as funny as the next guy, but he seemed very crabby about it.
"So what if he does have an unusual name, I have an unusual name, are you going to insult me and all?" He is too sympathetic for his own good.
Ivy took it as if it were yesterday's news.
"Oh yeah, didn't you know? Oh, well, it's funny though, right?" God, she thinks she knows it all. Well, she did know about the name, but that is besides the point...
Lily has taken Hogwarts by storm. When James first came with Hogwarts, it was like a dream come true. Eternal glory, for doing absolutely nothing. But with Al, he apparently is the moral of Harry when he was his age, complete with glasses and scruffy hair. James has more of Harry's mischievous nature than looks. James' hair is a dark brown, with red highlights if the sun shines on it. He doesn't need glasses, for his eyes are as shiny as gems, and the colour of emeralds.
Lily was just so cute and adorable, who could resist doting over her?
I didn't really have the same experience. I am a Weasley, so I'm not that special. There are loads of us, believe me! But it doesn't mean that I don't get double takes down the corridors. Which is sweet, if a little bit creepy.
Al doesn't like the attention, though. He looks like a trapped mouse when kids are asking him personal questions. I had to save him a few times from creepy boys and slobbering girls. Hogwarts lets any weirdo in these days!
Sounded like a Slytherin then. Never do that again brain!
"So, what position are you going after this year?" Orc asked, while he was inspecting his broom, a Nimbas 2021. He was a stickler for detail, his broom had to be waxed at least once a day, and he trimmed the bristles once a month to keep it tidy. Me, I just pick up the broom and fly.
"Oh, I don't know. I think I will go for Keeper this year, what do you think?" I gave him a sly smile, knowing he was the Keeper of the Century and had been for the past 4 years, before he hit me over the head with his broom, a bit too hard.
"Jeez, Rocky. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Sorry!"
After the earth stopped spinning, I saw this was an opportunity of a life time. I always like to joke about, I'm a Weasley, I've got to live up to that! Under my Quidditch kit, I rummaged around frantically , for a hard object, wrapped in crimson-red plastic. I picked up the "Bloody Mouth Boiled Sweets" from my pocket and pretended to clutch my mouth in pain, while popping it in. After a sour taste hitting my tongue, and a nausea consuming me, I started to cough up blood like a fountain. Orc started to clutch me close and tried to hoist me up, probably to take me to the Hospital Wing.
"Roxanne, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do this! Let's go to the Hospital Wing."
"I' 'oo late, Or', you need 'o give me the 'iss of life!" I grabbed him by the head, so I could get as much blood on him a possible. But, I didn't really need to pull him towards me, because he kind of lunged at me.
Oh God, is he going to kiss me. Is this really happening?
As I started to embrace him, I gave a huge splutter and a wave of crimson blood hit Orc full in the face. Orc dropped me to try and wipe the blood from his face. only to see me rolling around laughing on the floor. Realization dawned on his face after a few snorts that leapt out of my mouth.
"That, Roxanne Onyx Weasley, was NOT
funny!" He shouted, catching me off guard. No one gets jokes these days!
"It was only a laugh Orc. Come on, if you think about it, it's kinda funny, right?" I looked into his face, waiting for him to crack up laughing, but it never came.
"I thought you were dying," he whispered, "I thought you were dying in my arms." He looked as if he were on the verge of tears.
"I..I'm sorry I upset you so much Orc, really, I thought it would get a laugh from you."
Our walk to the Quidditch pitch was done in silence. I kept stealing glances at him. I really shook him up. He was more pale than his usual whiteness. He seemed to have a green glow.
But, what freaked me out the most was the way I felt when Orc was about to kiss me. When, for a split second, our eyes met, and we sort of connected with each other. No, Orc is a friend
. Friends do not kiss, not the last time I checked anyway. But I can't shake the feeling I had for him at that moment.
The trails couldn't have gone better, well, except if Orc and I were talking.I went for the post of Seeker. Over the holidays, Uncle Harry has taught me a trick or two about being a Seeker. It’s harder than it looks. You would think a golden ball is easy to see, but it is easy to mistake it for a ray of sunshine, or a bird. I was up against James, who was Seeker last year.
Lorcan was doing the best keeping I’ve seen him do in a long time. He was catching them left, right and Centre. He obviously made the team. James also went for beater, which he got, with my brother Fred, who apparently inherited my Dad's talent.
At the end, Sam Reeves flew over to the final plan of the team, still with the broken look in his face.
“Well, hello team, I hope we can keep up the good work we did last year, and let’s make it a happy experience.” To me, he looked much better than I last saw him. His reunion with his broom has done him the world a good.
When the briefing was over, and we talked about free lunches for practice, we headed back to the Hall for dinner. Orc still hasn’t said a word to me yet, but I lost him in the screaming girls swooping to congratulate the new Quidditch team, well, the male members of it.
“Roxanne, hey, how did you do?” Lucy was jogging towards me, still looked mature and a goody two shoes while running through the corridors.
“Oh, I got the Seeker position.”
I bet she doesn’t know what the hell a Seeker is.
“I can’t wait to inform mother and father and, of course your parents. By the way, I thought you would like to see something. Come with me!” She caught hold of my hand, not waiting for an answer. “You’ll like this.”
“Wait, let me find Orc. I need to talk to him.”
She rolled her eyes at my incompetence. “Fine, but hurry!”
I rushed into the Great Hall, to find a group of Gryffindor's clustered together. He had to be in there.
So I delved into the mass of screaming girls, who should know better to be honest. They seemed to all be watching something exiting, because they were all whooping. As I got close enough to the eye of the storm, I found my eyes find a heart shattering sight. Oh, I saw Lorcan alright, along with Ivy wrapped around him like a spider monkey, lips locked, with her fingers in his moon shine hair. Looks like she wasn’t just asking about me and Orc just as a friendly gesture.
“Fine, just fine...”